Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 41 - Fish Soup
Chapter 41: Chapter 41 Fish Soup
Chapter 41 -41 Fish Soup
As June arrived, the weather gradually began to heat up. The Wildcat Sisters returned to Echo Water River Cavern, starting to plot against Lone Wolf Lisbon.
Russell found himself at leisure again, and after a week of nightly fishing battles, he had explored the entire bank of the Glowing River.
Twice he indeed saw the Magic Light in the river, which might have been pearls nurtured by river clams or some sort of treasure, but alas, he couldn’t wake up immediately. When he went fishing the next morning, he caught nothing at all.
It was nothing but a pity.
However, with long-term night fishing, he finally caught several Blind Eye Dragons and had Mrs. Moore cook up a pot of delicious Blind Eye Dragon soup.
“Not bad, but Mrs. Moore added too many spices… I can’t stand it any longer, I must find a chance to have a good talk with Mrs. Moore,” Russell decided.
Nobles rarely enter the kitchen, or rather, they seldom enter the servants’ living quarters.
The existing noble system of the Shadowflame Duchy dictated strict hierarchies. Even nobles had to follow the rules and do things that were dignified for themselves—disrupting the servants’ lives or moving in and out of the kitchen was not in keeping with noble dignity.
But Russell didn’t care about dignity; he missed the hometown dishes too much.
“Butler Morris, please ask Mrs. Moore to come over, I have something to talk to her about,” Russell said while flipping through a copy of “The Tale of the Smoke Dragon’s Death,” giving instructions casually, trying to appear as indifferent as possible.
Noble dignity, should still be maintained if possible.
“Yes, master.”
Butler Morris quickly summoned a nervous Mrs. Moore. Mrs. Moore was not married, but among the nobility’s servants, positions like butlers and cooks were addressed as ‘Mr.’ for men and ‘Mrs.’ for women, regardless of their marital status.
“Ma-master…” Mrs. Moore usually had a loud voice in the kitchen, but when it came to facing Russell, her voice was smaller than a mosquito’s.
“Don’t be nervous, Mrs. Moore.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Yesterday’s Blind Eye Dragon soup was truly delicious,” Russell said with a smile, “Of course, it would be even more delicious with some improvement.”
This was supposed to be a compliment, but Mrs. Moore’s face turned deathly pale the moment she heard it: “Ma-master, if it wasn’t to your taste, I can work harder, really, I can try to make it taste better, truly, master.”
“Er…”
With a helpless sigh, Russell had to reassure her first, “I said it’s already very delicious, Mrs. Moore, there’s no need for you to be nervous.”
“Oh, thank heavens, master, I’m so glad you liked it!”
“Your cooking skills are good enough to work at Fluorescent Castle. It’s already very good.”
“Thank you, thank you, master!” Mrs. Moore revived instantly, her smile so wide she couldn’t close her mouth, “I was actually eligible to apply for a position at Fluorescent Castle, but Mrs. Gramer was holding a spot. I didn’t want to be her assistant. When Carter asked if I was willing to serve you, I agreed right then…”
Seeing Mrs. Moore prattle on, Russell hurriedly cut her off, “Let’s not talk about this, Mrs. Moore, I think there is still room for improvement in the Blind Eye Dragon soup.”
“Master, I don’t quite understand what you mean?” Mrs. Moore shook her head.
“There are too many spices in the Blind Eye Dragon soup.”
“Oh!”
“Don’t be surprised, what I mean is you could use fewer conflicting spices. Cinnamon, honey, onions, black pepper–you put everything in, and the flavor of the Blind Eye Dragon itself was completely lost,” Russell explained.
Apparently, Mrs. Moore didn’t get the message and began to panic again, “Ma-master, I will try harder to make it taste better next time.”
Seeing this.
Russell gave up trying to reason with Mrs. Moore and instructed directly, “Starting today, you will make a fish soup for every meal. My requirement is that, apart from salt, ginger, and garlic, only one type of spice is allowed to be added. Understood?”
“Master, are you, are you dissatisfied with me?”
“Did you remember what I said?”
“I will strive to make better tasting Blind Eye Dragon soup, Master. Please believe me, truly, I will endeavor to create a more delicious soup.”
“Stop!”
Russell found it impossible to continue communicating with Mrs. Moore and directly called out, “Morris.”
“Master, I’m here.”
“Did you clearly hear what I just told Mrs. Moore?”
“Master, I heard it all clearly. You want Mrs. Moore to try several different fish soup recipes. Mrs. Moore was probably too nervous and didn’t grasp your meaning.”
“Then please make sure to explain my request to Mrs. Moore clearly. Alright, you take Mrs. Moore down.”
Russell waved his hand, feeling very tired.
He even had the thought of replacing the cook, but finding a more suitable one wasn’t easy at the moment, so he had to let it go for now.
Meanwhile, Morris led Mrs. Moore back to the kitchen.
“Oh heavens, I’ve messed everything up in front of the master, Mr. Morris, I’ve spoiled it all, the master will surely start to dislike me now!” Mrs. Moore covered her face with her hands and began to sob, “The master doesn’t like my fish soup.”
“Mrs. Moore, you’re too nervous, the master won’t eat you,” Morris reassured, “And the master wasn’t blaming you, it’s just you thinking too much. He simply wanted to try fish soup made in a new way.”
“Really? Did the master not blame me?”
“Indeed, the master is generous and kind. He wouldn’t blame you over such a small matter. And what’s going on with you, Mrs. Moore? You’re usually so articulate. Why can’t you speak well in front of the master?”
“I, I don’t know, I just can’t help but get nervous when I see the master, for fear that I’ll say the wrong thing… Mr. Morris, you must tell the master that I’m very good at cooking!”
“Of course, the master knows it, we all know it. Aren’t we all eating the food you make?”
“That’s good, that’s good.”
“Anyway, starting from today, once a day a fish soup, other than salt, ginger, and garlic, you can only use one other spice, and each day the spice must be different. Understand?”
“I understand.” Mrs. Moore wiped the tears from the corner of her eye and regained her composure, “Why does the master want to do this?”
“Just do as the master instructs, don’t ask too many questions.”
“But such fish soup will surely not taste good. The master won’t blame me again, will he?”
“No, he won’t.”
“Then I understand. I will begin preparing the fish soup right away. Please assure the master, the soup I make will definitely taste good!” Mrs. Moore said and then turned around to look for someone, not seeing the kitchen maid, she yelled out, “Barbara, Barbara, you lazy girl, where have you run off to, come and get to work!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming, Mrs. Moore.” Barbara’s voice came from outside the estate.
“Where did you go gallivanting again!”
“We went to see Sir Kevin. Mrs. Moore, Sir Kevin is so gentle, it even allowed us to touch it!” Barbara said excitedly, “Sir Eric didn’t stop us, oh heavens, I touched a Fantasy Beast!”
Butler Morris had not left yet, and upon hearing this, he sternly scolded, “Shut your mouth, Barbara, keep it shut tight!”
Barbara immediately realized her mistake; the news about the Phantom Beast Knight was supposed to be forbidden.
She quickly covered her mouth and muffled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Morris, my mouth is shut.”
That evening.
Russell had a fish soup that contained only salt, ginger, garlic, and black pepper, and although it wasn’t Blind Eye Dragon soup, the taste was even better.
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“Very good, Butler Morris, tell Mrs. Moore the fish soup today was delicious and I hope she keeps it up.”
“Mrs. Moore will be overjoyed to hear your praise, she will be ecstatic.”
